Zoe turned on her heel and marched toward the door. She didn't even make it a single step into the hallway.
Standing directly on the other side of the door, looking absurdly handsome, were Kai Vane and Julian Cross.
Zoe stopped dead in her tracks.
She let out a tiny, high-pitched squeak—a sound that closely resembled a stepped-on dog toy.
Kai's face instantly lit up. He leaned a broad shoulder casually against the doorframe, effectively blocking her only escape route. He flashed a slow, devastating smirk that made Zoe's pulse spike dangerously.
"Hey," Kai drawled, his voice dripping with smooth amusement. "Funny running into you here. Quick question, though. Why have you been sending all my calls straight to voicemail?"
Zoe's brain executed a violent, fatal crash.
She couldn't form a single coherent sentence. Her fight-or-flight response kicked in, and she chose flight.
"My phone was hacked!" Zoe yelled, absolute panic pitching her voice up two octaves.
